The car ride to Camp Cretaceous was anything but quiet. Brooklyn had her phone out, recording introductions for her followers, and one by one, the campers spoke up. Kenji bragged about his VIP status. Sammy greeted the camera like an old friend. Darius, eager as ever, talked about his love for dinosaurs.

Then the camera turned to you.

You froze. The words caught in your throat as Brooklyn’s expectant eyes—and the imaginary gaze of thousands of online viewers—locked onto you.

“Uh… um…” you stammered, heat creeping up your face.

Brooklyn tilted her phone, waiting. The longer the silence stretched, the harder it became to speak.

Just then, Yasmina scoffed. “Does this have to be a whole reality show?” she muttered, crossing her arms.

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and turned away, shifting to another camper.

You exhaled in quiet relief, avoiding Yasmina’s gaze. Did she do that on purpose? You weren’t sure. But for the rest of the ride, you kept your eyes on the trees passing by, hoping no one else put you on the spot.